Archive for September, 2010
Thursday, September 30th, 2010
JAMBANDBOOTLEG by Paul Siegell
Review by Lynn Levin JAMBANDBOOTLEG by Paul Siegell A-Head Publishing Nicasio, CA ISBN 13 978-0-9816283-2-5 2009, 121 pp., $12.00 www.a-headpublishing.com I haven’t had this much fun reading a book of poems in a long time. Paul Siegell’s fast-paced rave-on-the-page jambandbootleg follows a loose narrative in which the speaker and his friends travel the country attending [...]
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Wednesday, September 29th, 2010
“Old Chinese Women” by Meredith Johnson
Meredith Johnson OLD CHINESE WOMEN Most of them travel by bicycle. They move like witches in a fairy tale, old and wise and able to dance between rain. I watch from my window as they move through the market: this one buys a dumpling, while that one stacks cabbages in a basket. Rain lays a [...]
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Tuesday, September 28th, 2010
“Postcards From Bohol” by Angela Narciso Torres
Angela Narciso Torres POSTCARDS FROM BOHOL 1/ Emerald mounds rise from the deep, their white shoulders shedding turquoise waters. When we scoop the wet sand fine putty sluices through our fingers. Our heels sink inches with every step, leaving blurred footprints where small crabs fine-pencil disappearing tracks. 2/ By dusk the tide has receded a [...]
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Monday, September 27th, 2010
“My Right Knee” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox MY RIGHT KNEE Until a month or so ago I never thought much about my right knee. Oh, there was Thanksgiving, years ago, when one of my knees locked up. The knee doctor’s nurse merely asked, “right knee or left?” and took an MRI, but never explained the problem. It disappeared anyway in [...]
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Sunday, September 26th, 2010
“Some Friday Nights” by Joël Barraquiel Tan
Joël Barraquiel Tan SOME FRIDAY NIGHTS for michael p. sometimes when drunk feeling young again limes & mint rum & white sugar in mid-laugh i look out of the bar’s grand window into the narrow whorish street catch my reflection —a thing that approximates in its dull shadowy way the softening curve of my jaw the rounding slope [...]
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Saturday, September 25th, 2010
VEINS by Larry Johnson
Review by John Freeman VEINS by Larry Johnson David Robert Books P.O. Box 541106 Cincinnati, OH 45254-1106 ISBN 978-1934999691 2009, 108 pp., $18.95 www.davidrobertbooks.com As a long-time fan of his poetry, it was with a great sense of delight that I read and re-read Larry Johnson’s long-awaited first book, Veins. The reviews I’ve seen so [...]
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Friday, September 24th, 2010
“December Monologue” by Tom Hansen
Tom Hansen DECEMBER MONOLOGUE The last time I talked to you, it was the first of November. Three of our four apple trees had hundreds of apples. Boughs bent with their weight. Some of the smaller ones broke but held on. Every day I picked a few bucketfuls— five dozen apples or so. Some fell [...]
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Thursday, September 23rd, 2010
“Storm News” to Jun de la Rosa
Jun de la Rosa STORM NEWS vi. A cyclone smashed into Madagascar, hit the island a second time three days later; a ferry sinking. The news brings to us cyclones, while beach stories are told among sisters, during storms. v. Hurricane slammed the Florida coast. Chasing it required large amounts of food, and a megaphone. [...]
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Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010
“Say it With a Mix-Tape” by Christopher Goodrich
Christopher Goodrich SAY IT WITH A MIX-TAPE These are the professionals. The ones who know why birds suddenly appear every time you are near; the self-assured idols who can ask Do you want to know a secret oooooo waaaa oooooo? without sounding stupid. I’ve begged them to tell us why secrets are given as gifts [...]
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Tuesday, September 21st, 2010
“The Red Model II” by José Edmundo Ocampo Reyes
José Edmundo Ocampo Reyes THE RED MODEL II René Magritte, oil on canvas On the calculous clay, two pennies stare down a lone dime, while a matchstick pretends to ignore the cigarette it once kissed. Someday the oak wall on which I lean will warp and shed, splinter by splinter, long since forgotten by those [...]
